Finally school was over
Finally school was over! I opened the door to the parking lot. The air outside was cold, and icy to my face. I heaved my backpack over my shoulder as I weaved my way in between cars to get to my truck.
I opened the door to my truck and threw my backpack to the passenger's seat, and hopped inside. I couldn't wait to get my heater running. The engine started and I immediately pushed the heat button.
I wonder what to make for dinner. Maybe spaghetti. Charlie liked spaghetti a lot. Or no, maybe some chicken. Or how about chicken and spaghetti. That sounds good. The good thing is that today is Friday, and I have no homework, I finished it a school. The bad thing is that I have no idea what I'm going to do over the weekend. Jessica and Mike were going out of town, of course. I didn't really have a fondness for Lauren. This was going to be a long weekend.
One thing I know I have to do is email my mom, I know I must have at least one message from her. She probably wants to know my whole life story in Forks. Well the message would take me a good while to write.
My truck pulled to a stop in front of my house, where I shut off the engine and grabbed my books to head inside. The cold hit my face hard; it practically knocked me off my feet. After being in my nice warm truck with the heater running, it was hard to get out and travel in the freezing cold.
I hurried to the front door, my keys jingling in my hand. Unlocking the door, I dashed inside, quickly shutting the door behind me to keep the cold out. I ran upstairs to my room and dumped my books and backpack on the floor.
I wonder if what I got from my mom. I switched on the computer, sitting down in excitement. My email had three new messages. I pulled up the first one which read..
"Hello sweetie, you know who it is already. I just want to know how you're enjoying your time in Forks; I haven't heard from you or talked to you in what feels like forever. I'll be going out of town soon, but don't you worry; I will check everyday for your email. So email quickly!! Love you. Your mother."
I love my mom! She's always so concerned about me, although I am for her too. The other two messages were from sales people trying to get me to enter some contest or send some money to win a free trip to anywhere I wanted to travel. Not interested! I clicked the delete button and closed the window down.
I would write her latter, better start dinner. Charlie would be starving when he got home, he always is. I hopped down stairs and sauntered into the kitchen. I first pulled out the all the different types of seasonings and then the chicken breast from the refrigerator.
My mom told me the best way to make a piece of chicken tender it to take a piece of saran wrap and cover the chicken with it, then beat the chicken a couple times to tenderize it. It worked pretty well.
I seasoned it then popped it into the frying pan, slapping a top of the pan to keep the grease down. Now to start the pasta. I reached under into the cabinets and grabbed a deep pot, filling it with water. I tuned the heat up and put the pot on the stove. Hmm, curly noodles or straight angle hair. Curly!
Just then I heard the front door close, today it seemed quitter then usual. Normally Charlie slammed the door. He didn't do it on purpose, but it always seemed to close hard when he came home. That's how I knew whenever he got home.
"Hey Charlie," I yelled from the kitchen, but I didn't hear an answer. "I'm in the kitchen making dinner if you're hungry." I expected to hear a resounding yes to this, but still heard nothing. Was I hearing things? I went the front door.
"Charlie?" Silence. There was no one. I didn't even see Charlie's coat where he usually hung it as soon as he came in the door. I must've imagined it. But I could have sworn I heard the front door close, as quiet as it was, I still heard it.
I looked at the lock, it was still locked. Maybe someone's in here, in the house, maybe..-no! Stop being paranoid Bella! How could anyone get through a locked door? No, it's not possible. I walked back to the kitchen, where the water was already boiling. I quickly grabbed the pasta package and dumped the whole bit it, stirring it in a circular motion.
That was really weird. And sort of scary at the same time. I put the spoon down, and lifted up the top on the chicken. The smell came swarming out as the steam engulfed my nose. I flipped it over to the other side.
"Hmm, that smells excellent." I jerked around in panic dropping the fork onto the floor, and spreading grease everywhere. On a chair at the table sat a man, I didn't recognize. My heart was hammering in my chest.
"Who are you?" My voice was shaking, and I could hear my water boiling over onto the stove making stinging noises. He was quite, just staring at me with a smile. "Who are you?! What are doing in my house?! Get out!"
"Now, now, that's no way to treat a guest."
"I don't know you!" His eyes were a deep black, as he eyed me up and down.
"Hmm, I wonder if Aro would notice the missing of one little human." Human, what was he talking about? And who was Aro? He stepped closer to me, licking his lips. I looked towards the front door for escape. "You can try, but you won't make it." He laughed.
"Who are you? What do you want? I don't have anything, please." He came closer.
"Demetri don't!" This was a different voice, a voice filled with authority.
"Aug! Oh come on Vincent. Aro won't notice one missing. Besides she's just an extra." Vincent? Who's Vincent? My head was spinning. And what did they mean extra? Extra for what?
"Of course he would!! Now take her and let's go."
"I want her."
"No!" The man Vincent growled. "If Aro gives her to you, then you can have her, but not before he inspects all of them. Now grab her and let's go!" He dashed out of the room so fast he looked invisible.
"Let's go beautiful." The man demetri whispered in my ear, wrapping his cold firm arms around my body, and darting from the kitchen.
"Wait! Please! Wait! No, I don't want to go! Please! Put me down!!
"Shut her Up!"
"No! Please, leave me alone!" I felt something hit the back of my head, and then darkness.
Edward's Point of view:
Aro wanted to see me for some reason, I don't know why; I already did everything he asked this morning. I knocked on the sturdy wooden door.
"Come in Edward." I opened the door. "Shut the door please." I shut it quietly, and took a seat across from his desk. He was working on some papers, skimming through them quickly, some of them sighing. Finally he looked up at me. "Hmm, have you eaten this morning?"
"Not yet."
"Edward, you know you one of my best soldiers. You and Alice of course." What did he want this time? "I'm not necessarily after anything in particular at the moment, but I feel some sort of regret, I guess you could say. I feel that I have gained much with you joining me, and yet I see nothing you have gained." He laughed, smiling to himself. "So," he clapped his hands together, "I have brought you a little present. I even took the liberty of wrapping it in a box for you. I thought it would amuse you for a little while, until you kill it of course."
"Kill it? It's alive?"
"A present from me to you." He repeated.
"What can I do with this, present?" His smile grew.
"You can do a lot with it. Play with it, eat it, and anything else that comes to your mind."
"Eat it?"
"Oh come, come Edward! Why don't you just go open it?! After all what's the point in wrapping a gift when the receiver already knows what it is?"
"Is that it then?"
"Yes, you may leave. And try not to look so gloomy Edward, I have a feeling you'll like this present. I had it delivered to your room."
"Like I liked the others you so graciously gave me?"
"This present is different, besides the others weren't exactly my idea."
"I don't care whose idea it was, a Ping-Pong table is not my idea of a present."
"Well as I said before, this present is different." I got up and walked out of his study, shutting the door behind me. What was this present? He assured me it was so much different from all the other meaningless gifts I had been previously given.
I quickly scurried to my room, and was there in an instant. I opened my door, and in the middle of my floor sat a big rectangular box, wrapped in thin silver wrapping. On the side of the box there was a small card tied on with blue ribbon. It read, "Enjoy. From: Aro."
I huffed. I hated surprises. Although I was glad this time I was in the privacy of my own room, I wouldn't have to fake enthusiasm for anyone when in reality I was just pissed off.
Suddenly the box moved. I could smell the invigorating smell of whatever was in the box. It moved again. The smell got stronger every moment that I stood near it.
I have never felt this way before. I was losing control of my senses. I felt like I was shouting into a rage! Like I needed to consume whatever it was that was in this box. I quickly tore at he thin paper, tearing the box to shreds, in my hast.
Each time the box moved the hunger and smell only got stronger, I no longer cared what the present was any more; my hunger was far too strong.
Finally when I tore the last shred of box off, I heard a scream as I lunged forward with nothing but hunger, and desire, but instead of piercing something soft I met with medal bars. To which there was now a big dent in the side.
I backed away again, ready to attack, but froze as my eyes met the eyes of my pray. It was she. Not only was it a she, but she was human! Her eyes were that of the color of chocolate brown, her burnet hair was lose around her shoulders, and she was barley dressed.
She had braced herself against the back of the cage, her eyes full of fear and terror of my next move. Her body was shaking out of her own control, and at the top of her forehead I could see beads of sweat beginning to form. She was stunning.
I baled my fists up, my body shaking in lust. I didn't want to kill her for some reason. If anyone else had been in that cage, I would have gladly ripped it and them apart. But I held a certain mercy for her. But the urge to tear her to shreds was too strong for me, so I did the only thing I could do.
I ran from the room as fast as I could, holding my breath. I would have to eat something before I went back to her, it was the only way I might be able to control myself.
Back to Bella
I sat on the hard metal bars of the cage, rubbing my head. It was throbbing with pain, like someone had hit me ten times. I looked around. I looked at the shreds of cardboard box that lay on the floor, and the thin wrapping paper. Where was I? What was going to happen to me?
I miss Charlie! I want to go home! I could feel the tears forming. I want my bed, I want my home, and I want my clothes! Oh wake up! Wake up Bella! I slapped myself many times. I leaned against the cage and closed my eyes, the tears spilling out.
The man was trying to eat me! Why didn't he? Why did he stop? I didn't even remember what he looked like, I was so scared, and I didn't even realize I was looking at someone's face. All I remembered was the paper being torn apart, the light shining through, and the crashing of something hard against the cage.
He snapped and growled at me. Thank goodness I was in a metal cage. He would have killed me in an instant. In fact considering the dent from the cage, there was no way this man was human. There was no way a man could charge through a metal cage.
I pulled my feet to my chest, folded my arms across my legs, and put my head in. Where was I? Why was I here? How could this happen to me?
The handle on the door rattled, then tuned slowly as the door was flung open. In the doorway stood the man, but a very young looking man. Not much older then me did he look. His eyes were the color of a deep gold, and his looks were devastatingly inhumanly beautiful. He stopped, as he quietly shut the door behind him. He made his way towards me. No stay over there! Was he going to charge again? I started to panic.
"Easy," he said, holding his hands up. He opened the cage door and reached in the direction of me. No! I moved to the back of the cage. He could still reach me if he wanted but he didn't.
"Leave me alone!" He chuckled, his voice holding amusement.
"Alright, you can stay in there if you wish." He closed the door and locked it back up. "I just thought you were a little cramped in there." He smirked as he took a seat on his bed. He lay across the bed, leaned up on one elbow, staring at me intensely.
I looked away several times, but he never moved an inch, he never stopped staring!
"Please stop." I whispered. This caught his attention, like he was pulled from some trance.
"Stop what?" I looked back at him, his eyes peering into mine.
"That! Stop staring at me!"
"Are you ordering me?" His voice sounded a little irritated. Something told me not to provoke him, he might eat me!
"N-no." I stammered out.
"Good, because if I though for a second that you were, I'd have to punish you." Punish me? His voice was calm, but it held truth. I started to cry again. Why was this happening to me? I hated this cage! I slammed my fists against the bars of the cage, crying in anger and sadness.
"Stop it." Once again his voice was calm, but full of authority. "Would you tell me your name?"
"No!" I screamed.
"No?"
"Go away!" I was beyond angry!
"What?" I could see his patients thinning.
"That's what I said!"
"Very well." His face looked angry but disappointed at the same time. "Since you won't talk to me," he pulled something out of his pocket, something I didn't recognize. He made his way over to me and opened my cage. I backed away, slapping his hand as hard as I could, but the hand never stopped coming.
He grabbed me and pulled me near him, wrapping something around my mouth, and snapping it on the back of my head. He let me go and closed the cage. "There," he said smiling. I lifted my hands to my mouth, and tried to ask what it was, but nothing came out.
"It a muzzle. If you won't talk to me, I see no need for you to talk at all." I glared at him. "Can I do that? Yes. Why? Because I own you. I guess you could say, you're my pet." He smirked at me. "And I'm going to call you Bella. Just because you look like one."
He reached in the cage and rubbed the back of my head, as if I were his dog. I pulled away from him to the other side.
"Just tell me when you want to talk again." He laughed at his own joke. "And I'll think about it." Where was I?